From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: Sidney Abelski Esq
Cc: rest;
Subject: ...Who knew what and when did they know it?...Beast...---...
Sidney
as I mentioned in this earlier communiqué to Sammy “Flash” Haim I did get to visit this
morning after a very quick swim in the “oshon” [sic] with Amos P. Wright who listened
in rather intently to a half hour phone call I had with
G-D
forbid anyone other Warren “BO” Buffett amongst my very favored class were to
suddenly start telling it the way it is, according to the Guardian,
Warren Buffett, one of the world
In
his annual letter to investors in Berkshire Hathaway, the fund he has run for more
than 30 years, Mr Buffett painted a bleak picture of a future US in which
ownership and wealth had continued to move overseas, leaving the economy in
thrall to foreign interests and faced with financial turmoil and political
unrest…
So
very important to be able to go “back and forth” between “negative
space” and the “subject matter” if one’s goal in
painting a masterpiece is to maintain perspective at all times, all the
important elements of teamwork best illustrated perhaps in the game of soccer
taking place away from the ball to mention little of working out yesterday
afternoon why it is that I so much dislike the game of baseball beyond the fact
that it is a rather lame sport.
In
all the sports I ever played, rugby, soccer and cricket, never once do I recall
a single occasion when our coaches screamed at us youngsters leaving it up to
each one of us to continuously pull together as a team and if one of us screwed
up to combine even more never letting the weak link collapse into a heap of
tears bringing down the rest of the team versus baseball at least in what I
have seen of Little League where the screaming from the bench reminds me so
much of each and every troubled company I have visited in my career which is
probably a whole lot more than the average dumb “sh1t” [sic] student to have
graduated from the 3rd World crappy University of Natal, South
Africa where the one common thread is a high testosterone clad screamer
bullying His-Her way, nothing quite as annoying as seeing non-athletic poorly conditioned adult “dik-s” [sic] who couldn’t make it as
team players when kids
now with their fricken pot bellies laying it on thick with these increasingly
less defenseless kids thanks to parents and guardians such as Marie and me,
agree?
And
if u think I am throwing myself “flowers” u r 100% correct, our success
measured, however, by the smile that came across our JoNathan’s face last night
while the 4 of us were out for a casual dinner after having pitched rather well
but got taken out because, according to JoNathan another player screwed up a
simple throw to first base.
As
JoNathan has become more of an independent thinker so is he able to come
to terms with there not being so much a generation gap as there is a
credibility gap with the older generation that thanks to the Digital Age, a
G-D-Send is now within moments in the history of time of being bridged.
The
very instant just one major public corporation gets on board and provides the
seed capital for our Clean Water Fund project so will the youth who r all our
futures take both pride and a deep breath that they will not be alone in digging
themselves out of the incredible mess we have and those that came be4 us have
created as a result of our lack of sensitivity, there simply no excuse possible
for the failure of our generation and those that came be4 us for asking the all
important question who else besides for my DAAC [DeBeers Anglo American Cartel]
family aided and abetted our own holocaust that then allowed the southern
division of the 3rd Reich to take root in backyard of South Africa.
I
am covering a fair amount of ground in this communiqué typing away at a rather
blinding pace as the sun is now reflecting off the Pacific Ocean directly into
my eyes, no doubt there will be a number of errors which I may or may not
attempt to fix in time since my focus right this minute besides for finding an
editor for my book Manager Minute One is to zero in on each and every one of my
ever dwindling adversaries, again relatively speaking, making certain each and
every one of them gets the message loud and clear that not only do I mean
business-personal but the only thing I feel I really have to worry about is
that our INFORMERS WANTED ads don’t get lost amongst all the other Wanted Ads
that increasingly keep popping up.
Yesterday
on my way back from the DMV [Department of Motor Vehicles] on the corner of
Genesee Avenue and Mission Bay Drive in San Diego, I came across a Lilly White
Wheaty Eating guy probably in his mid twenties carrying a HELP WANTED AD the size of his torso which u may not know is
approximately the length of one’s arms when stretched that read underneath the
headliner, $8/hr - $20/hr to mention little of how “fortunate” I was to witness
a woman-man weighing about 450 pounds who didn’t really stick out that much
like a sore thumb unless “it” happened to be waddling right in front on u and
what u saw,,, well just be4 lunch today I described the unflowering, no strike
that, unflattering images projected through the rather slim spandex material to
Marie who although rather hungry after a morning of painting with her professor
Now
had in fact this thing been a male,,, look Sid it is getting on the day and
when looking out the windows of The Cliff House, the most incredible sea breeze
blowing thru, the sun still pretty high up above, about 15 surfers making the
most of pretty washed
out conditions the last thing I would want u to do right this instant is vomit
since I am simply not eloquent enough to describe this out of this world scene
so as to compensate for the image of this beast forcing u to go down on
her.
Time
for a break!
Gg
Ps – I didn’t think u would
mind if I posted this up on the AIG Yahoo message board
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